[D20 Modern] Stargate - Part I Recruitment - IC [PG-13]

[Jarval]

"Fine, stick with me. I'll need to head back home, pick up some gear and a change of clothes, but after that I'm ready to go." Lucas takes the lead, making for his apartment.

"So, short notice on the flight. Looks like you'd pretty much figured I'd say yes." Lucas chats amiably with the Airman as he heads towards the exit of the Arboretum. "What would you have done with the reservation if I'd said no?"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

"This just isn't my day..." Rylee muttered as she ducked behind the sedan to examine the wound to her shoulder. God, it burned. "And I just repaired this vest too, you bloody git!" She shouted at the sniper, not really caring enough to make her curses make sense.

While the sniper was reloading, Rylee took the opportunity to search the area for any trees that were closer to the sniper thanshe was, that were large enough to provide cover to her. How many bullets has he shot so far? she thought trying to remember. The next time he paused to reload, she thought about trying to get a little closer, for a better shot. Before she ducked back behind the sedan once more, she took one more shot at the sniper.

 

[Fanog]

National Archives and Records Administration building [NARA]
New York, New York
1:00pm, Late Spring 2003

"Thanks for the offer, but I'd rather do it myself. It might save me some grace, turning it in personally."

Yeah, right. Don't expect to ever get something done from him again... Still, I've got to keep up something of a reputation. Favors go round quick here. I guess this guy isn't going to make it easy on me to take the time, better try the reasonable approach.

"What do you say -- I'll first pack: If there's time left, we'll drive by on the way over to airport. If we're out of time, I'll leave it for you to handle. Deal?"

After they've settled that, Leonard follow the officer to the car, walking over to the passenger seat. He raises an eyebrow at the officer's sheepish look, as if asking 'What's wrong?'. Once he's in the car and they're underway, Leonard picks the place ticket out of his jacket and opens it.

Colorado?! My god, what's there to do there... Hmm, maybe we'll just assemble at Collins and take a flight towards the interesting part. Well, no use getting worked up now, I'm in already.

"So, luitenant - This is going to be quite a long flight, do you have some kind of mission file for me, or should I bring my own reading material? And by the way - Am I on a commercial flight, or a private? Would be handy to know for what I can bring on the plane..."

The rest of the ride is spent in silence, as far as Leonard is concerned. His thoughts are with his apartment, the place he'd been avoiding as much as possible ever since he got back.

Not a good place to be at the moment. I'll be happy to be away again. Damnit, what went wrong...

A blank look comes upon Leonard's face, he stares out the window as the airman drives him up to the apartment. Once they arrive, Leonard takes a look on his watch and jumps out of the car, taking his shoulder bag with him.

"I'll need about fifteen minutes. Will you stay in the car, or are you coming up?"

 

[Nuke261]

Washington Dulles International Airport
The Tarmac

"Thank you, sir. I do my best. I've heard about you, and I sure hope you live up to your rep. Something tells me that you kinda expected this, or at least something like this," Montoya replied. "So what's the deal? Were they some sort of imposters? Or has the air farce gone schizo?"

V

Durant settled into his seat as the drive across the tarmac began. "I wish I knew more about this whole thing. Truth of the matter is, I have been back in the states for about 25 minutes, and I have known about this entire situation for about 20." Durant takes the Beretta out of his waistband and offers it to Montoya as he continues.
"The short, generic version is that the Air Force has an extremely Top Secret project in Colorado and it has been compromised. Forces wanting the project for their own reasons have infiltrated the organization. This concerns you and me due to the fact that our names are on a list of people being considered by the Air Force to join the project. But the bad guys have the list and are trying to kill everyone on it. So you and me, being the first people contacted by the real Air Force, and still being alive, get to track down the other people and keep them alive. Oh yeah, and we will probably kill a lot more bad guys on the way."
"Any questions before I begin the interesting parts?"

 

[Keia]

Cornell University
Ithaca, New York
4:30pm Late Spring, 2003

Whether it was poor lighting or a slip on newly fallen paper on the ground, Lorelai swings wildly at the shape in the doorway. Her case misses everything and the momentum of the case combined with the slip on the papers resulted in a spectacular almost circus-like fall on top of Lt. Terrell. Terrell, for his part, did his best to catch the Professor on her way down as he lay on the ground.

When Lorelai looked up from the arms of her protector, standing in the doorway was Tiny, or at least that’s what the students called him. Standing 6’8” and weighing over 350 lbs., Tiny was anything but. The center for Cornell University, the young man possessed monstrous strength and great size. His intellect wasn’t too far from his other attributes, except he wasn’t the most agile person in the world. In earlier days, he would have been referred to as ‘Fat Albert,’ though the students of today didn’t remember such things.

“Professor, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see the man there. Are you two . . . busy? I, uh . . . I wanted to have you look over my computer program before tomorrow’s lab?” Tiny asked in a voice that matched his size.

OOC: Nguyen

 

[Vardeman]

Durant settled into his seat as the drive across the tarmac began. "I wish I knew more about this whole thing. Truth of the matter is, I have been back in the states for about 25 minutes, and I have known about this entire situation for about 20." Durant takes the Beretta out of his waistband and offers it to Montoya as he continues.

Montoya grinned and pulled his own confiscated Beretta from his waistband. "Picked up my own souvenir, sir," he chuckled. Turning serious again he said, "So you're about 10 minutes ahead of the game on me... Go on."

"The short, generic version is that the Air Force has an extremely Top Secret project in Colorado and it has been compromised. Forces wanting the project for their own reasons have infiltrated the organization. This concerns you and me due to the fact that our names are on a list of people being considered by the Air Force to join the project. But the bad guys have the list and are trying to kill everyone on it. So you and me, being the first people contacted by the real Air Force, and still being alive, get to track down the other people and keep them alive. Oh yeah, and we will probably kill a lot more bad guys on the way."
"Any questions before I begin the interesting parts?"

Montoya pondered the Commander's explanation for a second and then replied, "Yes sir. Any idea who and where the rest of these people are? And what kind of project calls for a... pardon the expression, sir... a renegade Seal officer and a recon marine from the barrio out in the middle of Colorado?"

V

 

[KitanaVorr]

Cornell University
Ithaca, New York
4:30pm Late Spring, 2003

"You scared me, coming in like that!" Lorelai chatised Tiny as her heart stopped fluttering to the high winds. Especially after a visit from an officer with a mysterious packet and all, hinting at nefarious things. Damn I'm all nerves now.

Glancing at the officer, her face flushed a pink hue. "Uh, so sorry about that," she managed to get out while struggling to stand up again with some dignity. Her hands brushed over her clothes, jeans and a cute flimsy top that made her look like any other Cornell student instead of their professor.

"I guess there's some time before we have to go, right?" she asked the lieutenant as she offered him a hand up but finished the question with an answer for her student. "But I can check it out sure."

 

[Keia]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003

Rylee had a few seconds to think as the silence in the woods continued. She counted bullets: two grazed her, one missed into the tree, one into the rock, one into the side mirror – five in all. As the sniper was occupied, Rylee took another shot with the Winchester, hitting the sniper or very near him. It was difficult to tell at this range. The possible success was contagious as both Rylee and Lt. Simms found the range on the sniper – this time there was no doubt he had been hit.

Over ten seconds passed between shots from the sniper. After being hit several times, the sniper’s shot was nowhere near his target.

OOC: Fallon

 

[Keia]

Originally posted by Lucas
"So, short notice on the flight. Looks like you'd pretty much figured I'd say yes." Lucas chats amiably with the Airman as he heads towards the exit of the Arboretum. "What would you have done with the reservation if I'd said no?"

"Well, sir, I was instructed to take the reservation myself," the airman replied. He then offered, "I really don't know what your letter said though to make you drop what your doing and hop on an airplane with no notice, if you don't mind me saying so, sir."

The airman, one Lt. Timothy Johnson, pointed the way to his black sedan. Johnson was having some difficulty keeping up with Lucas' long practiced stride without hustling himself.

OOC: Fisher

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Seldom used Pathway
Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York
5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003



She sighed softly in relief when the sniper's next shot fell nowhere near her. She did not like the idea of getting shot a third time, especially since each successful wound fell closer and closer to being fatal. Clearly, today was not her day.

"Nice shooting," she said quietly to the airman, hastily taking another shot before taking cover behind the sedan. In the mean time, she was keeping count of the number of bullet the sniper fired. If she was right, then he would need to reload after five, and that would be her best chance to move!